I found an online store in Luton that sells Mexican products and immediately ordered a pack of blue and white corn flour. They arrived shortly after, and I kneaded the blue dough first. My first batch was strictly non-circular, but I was very proud of them. I wanted to celebrate having made them so far away from where that corn grew and the quotidian suddenly felt political, and I felt triumphant. I had made a little piece of home in Aberdeen. I photographed the tortillas and wanted to commemorate them further. I immediately started noticing similarities in the shapes of my tortillas with great works of art and wanted them to occupy the same important spaces.







